Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.
Florence - the city of tranquillity made manifest.
Of all the ills that circumstance forces upon man, separation from a beloved object is, perhaps, the most salutary. Separation is the crucible wherein love undergoes the test absolute; in the fire of loss, grief softens to indifference or hardens to enduring need.
Light love is desire of pleasure; great love is fear of being alone.
To give! To give without hope of recompense, without question, without fear! That was the message of life.
Most prisons have wide gates!
Journeys end in lovers' meeting. '. . . But the real journey - the journey of adventure itself - is frequently another matter: often gray, often loverless, often demanding from the secret soul of the adventurer spirit and inspiration, lest the blood turn cold in sick dismay, and the brain cloud under its weight of nostalgia.
If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.
Real elegance is simply a true encounter with oneself.
I don't think that Washington is a fundamentally bad or corrupt place.
If you look upon chronic diseases as an epidemic, and you see that the chronically ill are the poor, then you see that this issue of the uninsured is not really a moral but a financial obligation to change health care.